HOSTED BY ROCHELLEWISOFF at https://rochellewisoff.com/2017/12/13/15-december-2017/
Spiralling Away
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
By Neel Anil Panicker
She caught her reflection in the mirror.
Winced.
From hour glass to bloating mass; collateral damages of a ‘not so happening’ marriage.
She turned around and eyed her tormentor. There he was, brutish smugness stamped all over his swarthy face. An hour ago she’d taken him, rhythmic belt beatings included.
In turn she had served him his favourite Hyderabadi biryani. Also, her ‘special’ of the day, a vial of arsenic slipped into the wine glass.
The dagger dug deep into his chest. A slight shaking around the legs, then the limp frame slipped into nothingness.
©neelanilpanicker2017 #FF #fridayfioctioneers #flash #flashfiction #shortstory #100words
neelwritesblog 
Ah! Finally. I hope the murder isn’t discovered and she gets to lead a happy life hereafter.
Beautiful language, Neel. Thanks for the many new words.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Looks like she’s taken care of everything, so no hiccups there.
I appreciate your reading and the lovely comments thereafter.
Have a nice day, dear Moon.
LikeLiked by 1 person
This harmless lamp has triggered a lot of mayhem
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes, that’s the case. Thanks Neil.
LikeLike
Time to move on and deservedly so. Nice one neel.
Click to read my FriFic!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Keith
LikeLike
From hour glass to bloating mass – nice line Neel.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Kelly
LikeLiked by 1 person
Hmmm. She could always have run? After all, she had enough freedom to buy arsenic…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Hmmm… she flicked it from him who had intended to finish her off. Turned the tables around? Quite possible, Penny.
LikeLiked by 1 person
‘Slipped into nothingness’ I love that!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Louise.
LikeLike
Dear Neel,
Brutish smugness. I can picture it. I hope she gets away with it. As they say in the Southern United States, “He was one what needed killin'” Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ah! i can see that. Thanks a lot for the read and the comments. Your appreciation means a lot, Rochelle.
LikeLike
So many good lines in this story! From hour glass to bloating mass… a ‘not so happening’ marriage…the limp frame slipped into nothingness… were my favourites.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
LikeLiked by 1 person
It was so nice of you to say so, Susan. Thanks a lot.
LikeLike
This is one serious woman – arsenic and a dagger. Good story Neel.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yeah, she sure means business. Thanks for your comments, Susan.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You set things up well Neel. I to liked from hour glass to …
LikeLiked by 1 person
That was very kind of you to say so. Thanks a lot.
LikeLike
Wine, biryani followed by just deserts – what more could anyone ask for right? 😉 😀
LikeLiked by 1 person
He’s has the best before the last, Dahlia.
LikeLike
“From hour-glass to bloated mass”—excellent image.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks.
LikeLiked by 1 person
There are some wonderful lines in this. Well done!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks a lot.
LikeLike
a ‘not so happening’ marriage. Wow! You said so much in this line. Well done.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks a lot, Alicia.
LikeLiked by 1 person
She sure was making sure. I agree with Alicia with the line “a not so happening marriage.” I fear what will happen to her if she is caught – I somehow doubt that mercy will be shown in consideration for the ill treatment she was dealt.
LikeLiked by 1 person
She can always claim self defence; a good lawyer can buy you anything, right?
LikeLiked by 1 person
Now that is a little cynical Neel – but yes you are right.
LikeLike
She really meant business. She both poisoned and stabbed him. Good writing, Neel. 😦 — Suzanne
LikeLike
I actually hope that she’s not caught…
LikeLike